Breaking down. (a poem)

come, hold my hands
let us drift away to marooned lands,
come, hold my soul
come with me for a stroll…

have you ever thought what you are,
have you ever been to places far
within yourself, have you ever?
have you ever cried when trampled down
have you been made a mere clown
who has lost smile, have you ever?
have you ever lend your heart
to a stranger and got lost,
have you ever?
have you ever cooked the meal of defeat,
have you ever purged your ego,
have you ever?

life is replete with missing bricks,
have you ever found one to build your own?
follow me into the shattered domes,
hold my hand, come home…